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Debí haberte dicho que te amaba

Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

Miranda July, The First Bad Man (via wordsnquotes)

itsafalsegod

luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

sicknare

promisesofamazing

I’m trying really hard to be this person that has her shit together, that has some form of fucking control over anything that has to do with my life. I’m trying really hard not to be so god damn fucking angry at everything. At the world, at myself, at people in my life. I’m trying to mask it all with some point or validation or giving it a mean by saying “this has to happen for a reason. It had to.” But maybe that’s just it, that’s what’s driving me crazy. Maybe there is no reason why bad things happen or good things happen. Maybe there is no reason and it’s just that, a thing that happened. It’s just the universe being cruel and the universe giving you a break once in a while because if we’re being honest there is ALWAYS something. There will always be a time in your life where it feels like bricks are sitting on your chest and there will always be a time after the bricks when the light peaks through one small crack and you have that moment where you don’t feel like you’re drowning and you think “This is it, this is where things get better. This is where I get better.” And it’s true you do get better. You get better every time, but there will never not be a time when there isn’t bricks sitting on your chest and that is what is so goddamn heartbreaking to me. We are born and we suffer and we live and we are happy and sad and everything in between and then we just die. Our bodies go into the ground or get spread out somewhere that was once meaningful to you if your family or friends know you, if you’re lucky. If you’re lucky you might also find love. I’m trying, I’m really trying to find the goddamn crack in the pile of bricks but fuck. What’s the point? What is the god damn point.

Wednesday, March 25th, 2020 11:33 pm (via promisesofamazing)

thezeroquotes

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

— Haruki Murakami

tamillie25

I want to do everything with you. I want to cook with you, go shopping with you, I want to visit places with you. I want to laugh with you and go swimming with you. I want to watch you play videogames and I want you try to do my makeup and laugh together at your poor skill. I want to enjoy life with you. But you want to do all that with her, and there’s nothing I can do about it but watch.

My heart feels like being crushed against a wall by a hammer. (via tamillie25)

mihistoriaconellos

“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”

Federico García Lorca (via mihistoriaconellos)

inkskinned

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if you had stayed. What art we would have on the walls - yours and mine overlapping, photos of each other blurry and laughing. How many plants we would have let overcrowd our floor, how many poems i'd read to make you sleepy, how many breakfasts we would spend saying "after this we go right back to bed." We were always trying to make the other person laugh but I picture more often just how you'd look in my kitchen, stirring a coffee and humming tunelessly. Maybe we would spend every Friday dancing. Maybe you'd have taught me embroidery or how to sing and I'd have shown you waltzing. Maybe we would have a dog or a cat or an engagement ring. Maybe we would have a secret stash of your favorite candy. Maybe you would have loved my mom and maybe she would have said you were good for me.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

anchored-and-drowning

“The other day she said to me ‘sometimes I just feel like a gas station’ and I laughed at the statement before she explained ‘people stop by to get what they need, whether it’s sex, laughter, or someone to break up the loneliness, until they feel full again and the last thing you ever see is them driving away’ and now I’m wondering if a gas station is all I’ll ever be”

— 02/02/2020